#it's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

[dearstine]

[nekomanager]

♡— f!reader, rough, deep penetration, creampie

He’s a man always in control of his emotions, but all of it faded when he saw you changing. The flesh of your breasts was spilling out of your bra so delectably that his breathing staggered in tune with the throbbing of his dick. He couldn’t just rein it in anymore.  

Overcame by his need to taste you, he dragged his nose and lips across your shoulder and sucked on your exposed skin. His hands slipped underneath your bra and they felt like fire against your supple tits as he played with your squishy rounds, hands full. Now your pussy felt the insatiable need. Your ass rubbed against his hard-on. Hmmm...Oh, god. You bit your lower-lip. He’s so ready to fuck you hard.  

He knew. He totally knew you’re begging, helplessly needy for him so he smoothed your back, dipping your body down with your hands flat on the mattress and your ass up displayed filthily for him. Tugging your panties down, his cock stiffened even more.  

Fuck! You’re glistening beautifully all for him that he couldn’t help. Your eyes saw stars when he shoved straight into you deep. He rammed inside you relentlessly good no beating around the bush.  

“Can’t! Wait! Anymore!” He grunted with every thrust. And oooh that friction was making your crazy. Your hands balled the sheet of your bed, feeling them tremble as the shivers started crawling under your skin. Between your legs you felt your arousal dripping embarrassingly. His cock kept pumping all the juices out. And you’re weak. Melting. Your arms gave up. Your face flat on the bed. He took hold of your waist and swayed your body wild to meet his pounding.

“You gettin’ there? Are’y gettin’ there?” he huffed, wanting more and more of you. He wanted deeper in you and he knew you wanted it the same too so he knelt one knee on the bed and grabbed you by the elbows. He was getting faster and faster like he was on a race winning in a few laps and he’s holding you like a lever, slamming your body against his in a frenzy. Your mouth just hung open with eyes almost rolling back as you reached your peak, tremors coming in endless waves. “Oh! Ahh!” you cried. The pleasure felt like forever. It might be the longest yet as you quiver in full abandon. And in one swift deep jerk, the tip of his cock hit your womb. His cum painting your insides white while your vision turned blank, eyes closing.  

He held you closely and tenderly, nuzzling on your cheek. Damn. He might be a man in control, but not with you.

kuroo, iwaizumi, ushijima, osamu, reo, rin, kunigami, umemiya, takiishi, hiragi

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[oogaboogasphincter]

i had a nasty logan howlett/the wolverine thot 👹 minors please DNI under the cut <3 i pictured dofp!logan but any logan can work bc it’s just filth

he’s got you bent at the hips over the side of the bed, your front smushed into the sheets that you grasp onto for dear life with trembling fingers.

“fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he rasps standing behind you. even though you can’t see it, his head tilts back, his eyes slide closed, and his lips part as words tumble out in a harsh breath, “so wet…”

he taunts, “you needed this so bad, didn’t you?” gazing down his nose at your rippling back. the corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk at your replying mewls. “i’ve got your little pussy trained so well, craving my cock before you have any say in it.”

his thrusts aren’t fast, but they’re hard, punching deep inside you. it makes the bed frame creak and your neck sway with the aftershock of force every time.

that is, until he growls in a mixture of impatience and possession. his forearm slinks around your side and comes to hook around your chest, pulling your back flush to his rock hard body. his other snakes around the front of your hips, pressing down and holding you still as he speeds up his pace to a pummel.

his hand is big enough for his thumb to press hard into the hinge of your jaw, keeping it agape and pretty, while his fingers wrap around your throat at the same time. your eyes roll closed and you fight to take in breaths around the constriction and molten pleasure bubbling up from inside you.

“that’s it, good girl,” he nearly purrs, like gravelstones tumbling over velvet. “i want you to come all over my cock, princess. fucking soak it, sweet thing.”

when you start unraveling, he gives your pussy a few more harsh pounds with his cock before he finally releases your throat. you gasp for air between whines of ecstasy. the rush of oxygen tickles your addled brain, like a gentle hand brushing stardust across your skull. Logan slows to a torturous pace, a low, primal rumble resonating from his chest as he feels the tremors from your plushness along every inch of his cock, from base to tip as he drags his length in and out, in and out.

he grabs your slumping frame, hoisting your hips back to right where he wants you. he lands a smack on your ass and sighs raggedly, a hint of wickedness on his tongue, “i’m just gettin’ started with you, bub. better go on and brace yourself for more.”

[lot-of-nothing]

Entwined (Ch. 1)

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Since your youth, the relationship between Melissa and you has been complicated. In all of your years knowing her, she just can't admit that she isn't as straight as she thinks.

Warnings: Toxic Melissa, smut, and very veiled internalized homophobia

Authors Note: If ya like it, let me know and I'll write more.

On and off.

That’s how you would describe your relationship with Melissa to your closest friends. They would inevitably roll their eyes and make a face, annoyed with how Melissa had you wrapped around her finger.

It started in high school. She would start dating a new guy, he would leave her unsatisfied in more ways than one, and then she would find those missing pieces of her relationship in you. 

You were best friends after all…. and best friends would do anything for each other, right? 

The first night you spent together was always vivid in your memories. Her green eyes flashing with mischief before she took your hand and pulled it to her thigh. Mel told you how badly she was aching, how it was almost painful. That she needed her best friend to help resolve what her boyfriend couldn’t. 

She knew about your sexual orientation. She knew how hard it was for you to date. When you hesitated, Mel said it was like practicing for when you had a girlfriend. Only if she knew how beautiful you found her to be… that she was only making things harder for you. 

Young and naive, you gladly accepted her offer - desire flooding your senses as soon as she drew your hands to her body. She guided you through every motion and step, telling you exactly what she liked. Like a sponge, you soaked up every word and memorized every fraction of her body. Never wanting to forget a thing. 

Little did you know the knowledge would come in handy again… and again… and again.

—

“I should probably get going.” Mel breathed as she pushed herself into an upright position. You had been bathing in the afterglow of your sexual dalliance when you must have looked at her too yearningly. She didn’t want you getting too attached.

“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed. It’s no big deal.” You tried to shrug off her wanting to leave so soon. It was best if you played it cool rather than let her know how much you really wanted her after all these years. 

It was clear she didn’t give much thought to your statement. Slipping out from under your sheets, Melissa snatched up her underwear and bra from the floor. She was always in such a rush after you were finished, “I don’t want the neighbors gettin’ the wrong idea.”

That's what she had always told you - ‘I’m not gay.’ 

For years, you always had a biting remark in return. 

‘Yeah. It’s not like you just spent a half hour between my legs or anything.’

“What? Worried they might think you’re gay?” Your words were twinged with venom. Now, rather than wait for her to make the excuse, you threw it back in her face. It always irked you that she could say such a thing to you given all you had experienced with one another. 

“A woman can enjoy the company of women and not be gay.”

You scoffed, unable to contain yourself, “You’re delusional.”

Melissa’s lip curled and her brow furrowed. She always hated when you would get pissy with her, so she decided to snap back at you as she clipped her bra in the back, “I don’t need your shit, okay? I came here for a good time after my shitty date.”

You faked a smile and let the sarcasm drip from your tongue. “Glad to help.”

—

You knew the relationship wasn’t healthy, but this is how it always went. 

She would call. She would come over. You would fuck. She would want to leave right after. You would get pissed. Then you wouldn’t speak until she wanted back in your bed.

—

You gathered saliva in your mouth and then pushed your tongue between her folds, drenching Melissa’s sweet cunt in your spit. 

After the last sexual dalliance, you told yourself you wouldn’t end up on your knees for her again. But 45 minutes ago you received a partial nude from the redhead, and she had you reeled back in once more. It was a scandalous picture of her standing in front of her bedroom mirror with her hand between her legs. The caption she sent with the photo was ‘Missing you.’

While it was infuriating she could send a picture at random like that, you were in your car minutes later ready to drive over to her house. 

Your hands gripped behind her knees, keeping a gentle pressure to make sure she was spread wide for you. Her hands were buried in your hair to prevent you from lifting your face away from her swollen heat. But in all honesty, you weren’t planning on going anywhere until she came all over your tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” Mel whined, pushing her hips up to grind against your face. Her enjoyment made you smile, and sadly, a small ounce of hope lingered in the back of your mind that maybe you could fuck her good enough that she would want to be with you.

“Yesyesyesyes… God, you are incredible.” Melissa hissed out, chasing her orgasm through rough bucks of her hips.

You pulled back, fighting against the grip for her hands. You provided her with a singular lick to her cunt and then paused, teasing her, “You want to come?”

“Yes~”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl…” You hummed, pulling away entirely to retrieve the strap. 

—

She had barely recovered from taking a pseudo-rage filled fucking when she crawled from bed. Her legs wobbled underneath herself as she wrapped herself in a robe, trying to make it clear a third round wouldn’t be an option. “I guess you better be goin’.”

“Sounds good.” You took the hint with grace, choosing to let her statement roll off your back rather than stewing on it. You slipped from the bed, unclasped Melissa’s strap (that she kept around just for you), and tossed the sex toy on the bed. You then proceeded to get ready in silence, not offering anything to Melissa that might display your displeasure. 

The redhead was slowly unnerved by your silence as you zipped up your trousers and pulled your shirt over your head. She stared at her nail beds, trying to start casual conversation, “Gary proposed.” 

You glanced up at her quickly, brow furrowed in angry questioning. While you were not proud of how easily Mel could reel you in, you wouldn’t have come if she was still in a relationship let alone engaged. 

Melissa noticed your incredulous look and finished explaining, “I said no.”

You breathed out a scoff as you tucked your phone in your back pocket and scooped up your sweater off the floor. “That sounds about right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Melissa was clearly unhappy with your tone, but you refused to glance her way - slightly enraging her further. 

Swiping your wallet and car keys from the bedside table you finally glanced over to where Mel sat on the edge of the bed. It was difficult to tell if she was more angry or embarrassed by your criticism, “I’ve learned the hard way, Mel. You’re hardly one to be tied down by something as trivial as love.”

Melissa was left speechless by your blatant honesty, and she could only stare as you gave her a curt nod, “I’ll see you around.”

—

She wasn’t gone for a half hour when you received a text from her - ‘Again tomorrow night? ;)’

It immediately forced you to roll your eyes. How you loved and hated that she was like this. One moment she would be so oppositional to any form of attachment, and then the moment someone ‘played hard to get’ with her, she would be fiending for their attention. 

What was worse is that you were no better than her. You replied almost automatically - ‘I am off at 4. Come over whenever.’

Link to Chapter 2

[sebsbarnes]

jealousy || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

summary: he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle.

warnings: mildly toxic dynamic, semi-suggestive (no descriptions)

word count: 900+

tangerine masterlist

your eyes followed the two figures amongst the crowd as if losing them was a sin. your fingers drummed against the now wet glass of your drink as the heat inside the club combatted with the ice. you were infuriated, to say the least. truth be told you were jealous, hungry for the attention not being provided to you, but to someone else. you wish you could blame the way your body was pulsating on the ear-ringing music but you knew it was because you were watching tangerine dance behind a girl, his eyes now piercing into your own.

tangerine and you were...messy.

there was really no solidified relationship between the two of you, however, it was evident that the late-night rendezvous indicated you two weren’t just friends. there were many nights spent staying up until the sun rose and many days spent tucked under sheets. he was still staring at you, whispering things into the woman's ear causing her to giggle and all you could do was suck your teeth, seething in anger.

"well don't ya look fuckin' jolly," lemon chuckled bumping into your shoulder, taking the seat next to you. you broke the staring contest to glare at lemon.

"i get we're on a fuckin' mission but jesus could it look like he wants to fuck her anymore?!" you spit.

"relax champ. let him work his magic and we will be outta here soon enough," lemon said patting your shoulder.

tangerine's back was now facing you and lemon and all you could see was the woman throwing her head back in laughter, her fingers tracing up and down tan's back. you could vomit right there or you could kill her, she was the enemy anyway what's the difference? you felt your throat constricting watching his arm move to grab her face, planting a kiss below her ear. with force you swiveled in your chair to face the bartender.

"three shots of tequila please," you almost begged.

"any of those for me?" lemon joked trying to suppress his amusement at the situation.

the first shot slid down your throat burning the entire way down to your stomach, "over my dead body."

the other two shots went down with ease and the fuzzy sensation was coursing through your body. it helped the jealousy subside even though you knew they were still dancing behind you. just as you were about to close your tab, a large hand situated itself where your neck and shoulder meet and a black credit card was thrown on the counter. you rolled your eyes so hard that it hurt.

"gettin' drunk on the job hm?" tangerine quipped bending dangerously close to the right side of your face. you could feel his breath on your ear.

"at least i wasn't trying to fuck on the dance floor," you retorted looking at tangerine through your eyelashes.

he let out a short fake laugh running his hand down his chest to smooth out his vest, "you know i only save that for you, love."

you ignored him and the warmth throughout your body and stood up wobbling a bit. from the other side lemon balanced you and nodded his head for the three of you to leave. you sauntered behind lemon, tangerine behind you which he liked quite a great deal. you could feel his eyes burning into every inch of your body and you purposely swayed your hips a bit more. he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle.

the three of you were now outside heading towards the car when you heard a pair of heels behind you and then two voices. turning around you saw the woman from earlier, the lady the three of you were here to steal information from, now talking to tangerine with a hand on his chest. their voices were quiet and tangerine's eyes quickly glanced over at you as he shot the woman a feigned smile. at this moment you didn't even care. you stalked over to the two pushing the woman to the side gripping tangerine's tie with such force it nearly ripped from the collar. the woman had stumbled to the side but she was now an afterthought as you shoved tangerine against the brick wall nearby.

you grabbed his face resting your palms on his cheeks and kissed him roughly. your fingernails scraped across his scalp, his hair knotting in between your fingers. his hands found themselves on your waist pulling you in closer. tangerine's tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you gladly let him in. he could taste the tequila and he couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the kiss making his head fuzzy. but he loved it and he wanted more. he wanted every inch of your body on him. he wanted you underneath him, your nails marking his back as he kissed the special spot on your neck.

"we gotta get the fuck outta here love," tangerine grumbled against your lips swinging your body into his arms and trekking to the car.

as you retreated to the car in tangerine's arms you glanced over his shoulder. the woman had stayed where she was in shock and all you could do was wiggle your fingers at her in goodbye knowing she was staying here while you left with tangerine knowing soon enough he'd find home between your legs.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Elementary, Finale:

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only—i choose not to list warnings for this one as not to spoil anything but you know how we get down over here on GMNO, happy endings only. read at your own discretion.) unedited/not proofread (for now)

wc: 7k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

June, 2004

“Don’t you dare,” Joel ordered as he surprised you from the doorway of your bedroom—your former bedroom.

You stood in front of a stack of cardboard boxes labeled “linens”, your hands resting on two sides as though you were caught mid-lift. He walked over to you with a smirk, shaking his head before lifting the box for you.

“You’re already carrying enough,” he said, eyes falling to your swollen belly, six-months into your first pregnancy.

“I think I’m more than capable of carrying a box of sheets,” you countered with a matching smirk, reaching for the box that sat below the one he just stole from you.

“Uh-uh,” Tommy came rushing in, sweeping the box from your grasp. “You got my nephew to worry about.”

“How do you know I’m having a boy?” you asked, following your fiancé and soon-to-be brother in law out of your old home to watch them load the moving truck.

“I can just feel it,” he replied, earning a smile from his older brother.

“I’m still hopin’ for another girl,” Joel admitted as he walked down the rickety metal ramp to meet you as you stood in the walkway, his hands sliding over your belly to rest on your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before letting you go. “You should go sit in the sunroom with Sarah and Jessie. Make sure they’re keepin’ room for Jesus and all that.”

“Oh, let them be. Not like we have to worry about teen pregnancy—“

“Alright, alright.” Joel covered his ears, wincing at the thought. “Still, I don’t want you workin’ too hard.”

“Joel, I promise, I’m not working hard at all. You and Tommy won’t give me the chance.”

“That’s how it should be,” he countered, walking inside the house with you following behind.

“Guys, guess what?” Sarah and her newly defined girlfriend, Jessie burst into the half-packed kitchen as you stood slowly making your way through your pantry, organizing a keep pile and a donate pile. Joel lifted a brow at her as he started on taking the metal barstools that stood at your kitchen island apart so that they could take up less room in the truck. “Britney Spears is coming to San Antonio next month.”

“Praise to the heavens,” Joel mumbled under his breath, earning a chuckle from you as you rolled you eyes at his lackluster reaction.

“That’s fun!” you replied, looking at the two fifteen year-olds. “How much are tickets?”

“Like thirty bucks,” Jessie sighed, frowning. “My mom’s gonna make me work at the restaurant to earn it.”

“Well, she’s got the right idea,” Joel stood, having disassembled the first stool. “Sarah, why don’t you come work with me and Tommy this week and I’ll buy your ticket.”

“Really?” she asked with a hopeful smile before remembering her fathers line of work. “Wait—at the site? I won’t know what to do.”

“I’m sure we can find somethin’ for you to do.”

“Yeah, I mean…Britney’s worth it,” Sarah sighed and shrugged before walking back into the sunroom with Jessie in tow.

“Hey, did I tell you we got a new hire?” Joel spoke to you as he started on the second stool.

“Oh, that’s good. I thought you were having trouble finding someone?”

“We were, but she got the seal of approval from Tommy. Guess she’s a real jack-of-all-trades type’a builder. S’just what we needed.” You smiled at him proudly, his construction company having taken off this last year and a half. They were almost too busy, too booked, leaving Joel and Tommy to stay behind and work the amount of four people instead of two just so that their projects remained on time. “Hopefully might start gettin’ two days off a week instead of one.”

“That would be nice,” you hummed, walking over to him to slide your hand over his sweaty but irresistible back as he crouched down to unscrew some bolts from the legs of the stool. “I’ve been like a lonely little housewife these last few months. Holed up waiting for my man to come back from the coal mines.”

“Oh, is that right?” He looked up at you with a smirk. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been together, long days at the site and, for you, at school forcing you apart. Aside from a few steamy but quick makeouts, you were left longing for your soon-to-be husband. “I been neglectin’ you, huh?”

You nodded, your smile spreading wider as you played along, your voice dramatic and theatrical as you tried on an old-timey southern belle persona. “All I got is this baby I’m brewing to remember you by.”

Joel stood up and dropped his tools on the kitchen counter before letting his hands find your waist, tugging you as close to him as your belly would allow. He leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek that caused your entire body to light with chills as his kisses traveled down your neck.

“Why don’t I take you into the bedroom and give you that attention you’ve been needin’ so bad,” he rasped against your skin, dizzying your mind as you clung to him, breathless and wanting.

“House full of people,” Tommy’s voice sounded, reminding the two of you why you’d gone so long without each other in the first place. “Thought this would be done by now. Been, what, three years?”

“Don’t mind him, his longest relationship has been with the goddamn Longhorns,” Joel mumbled, keeping you hugged to his body. “Don’t know a thing about real love.”

“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture, old man.” Tommy batted his brother’s teasing away and continued on packing and moving in the living room.

“Have I really been neglectin’ you, baby? All jokes aside,” Joel asked in a whisper pressed to your ear. You squeezed him closer and laid your head on his chest, Joel’s chin resting on top of it as he held you.

“No, I mean…I do miss you, and it has been a while since we last were together, but you’re not neglecting me. You still come home and hold me and talk to me and makeout with me,” you spoke softly, your voice a soothing hum against his chest. “We’re tired people, and especially now with the baby…I didn’t expect you to be clawing my clothes off when I look like a whale—“

“Excuse me?” he snapped, pulling your head from his chest so he could sternly look into your eyes. “None’a that. You’re beautiful…carryin’ our baby. Drives me fuckin’ wild seein’ you like this. M’sorry I haven’t been energized enough to show it, but I promise you, baby…you’re drivin’ me crazy walkin’ around like this.”

His hands slipped to squeeze the globes of your ass that had grown along with your belly and hips and, well, everything else.

“Tommy’s gonna see,” you scolded in a whisper as Joel’s fingers pinched the fabric of your dress until it started to lift, allowing his hands to rest against your skin and the cotton of your panties. Weaker and breathier, you exhaled, “Or the girls.”

“I promise no one’s gonna see,” he rasped, pressing his against your neck.

“Dad, come out here quick! There’s—oh my god! There’s a scorpion!” Sarah’s high-pitched squeal had Joel rushing out into the sunroom, his teasing long forgotten as he searched the room frantically. Sarah pointed in the corner and Joel spotted it, black and bigger than any scorpion he’d seen before.

“How the hell’d you get in here?” he muttered to the insect as he guided the girls inside the house before coming inside as well to grab a cup and the dust pan.

You stood in the frame of the sliding glass door, watching him as he carefully approached the scorpion as though he was Steve Irwin approaching a crocodile.

“They don’t jump, do they?” you asked, wincing as Joel started to make contact, guiding it towards the cup. The girls were behind you as though you were a shield, both of them letting out a squeal when the scorpion tried to strike Joel’s wrist, just barely missing. “Joel, just leave it! This can just be his house now, it’s not worth it.”

“Oh, hush,” Joel barked, keeping focused on the task before him. With either skill or luck, Joel managed to sweep the ground-hog sized scorpion into the glass cup and placed the dust pan over the mouth to keep him inside. “See, I got it.”

“Dad, don’t!” Sarah got gravely serious, sternly ordering her father to remain where he was with a point of her finger. Joel grinned and continued over, making both of the girls squeal and run off through the house.

“It’s so gross,” you cringed, leaning over to look at it through the glass with extreme caution and hesitancy.

“I don’t know,” Joel lifted it to his eye level to study it. “I think he’s kinda cool lookin’. Maybe we can keep ‘em as a pet.”

“Yeah, ri-IGHT—Joel!” you shrieked in terror as he pushed the glass towards you with a bark, making you jump backwards. Joel cackled as he watched you stand with your hand over your heart, your stern eyes watching him unamused. “That wasn’t funny.”

“I thought it was,” he chuckled. You watched him walk out to the backyard and set his new friend free, your heart still thumping in your chest. “Gotta get your heart rate up every now and then.”

“I don’t think you do.” Joel laughed and walked to hold you but was stopped by your hand pushing against his chest. “No, you don’t get to touch me. I almost pissed myself!”

Joel laughed again, proud of his prank. “God, it was good.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied. I can promise you that’s the only satisfaction you’re gonna get for a while, pal.” Joel poured immediately, following you as you walked through the house out to the front yard where Tommy, Sarah, and Jessie laid out in the grass, staring up at the sky. “Everybody, we’re shunning Joel.”

“What?” he chuckled, looking at you with amusement and affection, so rarely seeing you worked up like this.

“Sure thing,” Tommy replied, mellow and relaxed as he looked at the clouds, a beer in his hand.

“Sounds good,” Jessie agreed before pointing at the sky. “That’s a dragon.”

“Yeah it is,” Sarah agreed. “And why are we shunning dad?”

“He threw the scorpion at me.” You knew you were exaggerating, your smirk growing as you watched Joel scoff at the claim, a look of amazement on the entire time.

“I did no such thing,” he defended. “I jumped it at her—“

“Oh, that’s right. He jumped it at me,” you repeated, still smirking at him. “A pregnant woman.”

“Oh, the pregnancy card again,” Joel playfully sighed, earning a gasp from you.

“Pregnancy card? How dare you?” you laughed. “I rest my case, Sarah.”

“Alright, yeah. Dad’s shunned.” Joel rolled his eyes at you before walking over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he sang, widening your already smitten grin. “I promise not to throw any more scorpions at ya. You forgive me now?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, melting into him.

“I ain’t shunned?” he murmured, kissing your shoulder innocently.

“No, but the threat’s always there. As you just saw, I have the votes.” Joel chuckled against your skin.

“Trust me, I know my place.”

A Week Later

It was a Friday, you’d been stuck at the house all alone, Sarah off with her dad at the site to earn her Britney Spears ticket money. After doing a few hours of nesting, marrying your things to Joel’s around the house, you perked up at the sight of Joel’s name on the caller ID of your cell.

“Hi,” you sang with a smile.

“Hey baby,” he greeted. “Was wonderin’ if you could pick me and Sarah up in about a half hour?”

“Ooo, I get you home early tonight?” Your smile turned into a grin.

“Yeah, but Sean’s havin’ a barbecue at his place. Invited the whole crew so I guess we should show up.”

“Well, I’m in.”

“See you in a little?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

You smiled as you flipped your cell shut, but the task of dressing yourself quickly wiped your grin away.

You felt like a whale in everything these days, and despite Joel’s eagerness for you each and every day, you felt like a stranger to yourself. Even in the dresses you’d been living in, you felt every change in the way your body used to fill them out. You quickly shooed the insecurity from your mind and dressed yourself for comfort before heading out to go pick the Miller’s up.

Rolling into the construction site, you spotted Joel and Sarah standing in the dirt parking lot out in front of the project, a woman in front of them talking. You furrowed your brows as you got closer, seeing that whoever this woman was, she was pretty—the kind of pretty that makes you wonder why the hell she’s here in a construction lot instead of on billboards and magazine covers.

Your chest felt tight with insecurity as you pulled up to them, hoping with all your might that Joel didn’t try to introduce you to Construction-Barbie.

“Alright, Meg. See ya at the party.” Joel waved to her as he opened the backseat for Sarah, a friendly—too friendly—smile on his face when he hopped in the passenger seat. “Hey baby,” Joel leaned forward for a kiss but you were still too jealous to oblige, giving him your cheek instead. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lied, nodding as you pulled out of the lot, the rest of the drive silent besides the pop on the radio and Sarah's soft hums.

After giving the two of them time to change into nicer clothes, all three of you piled into the car again with Joel in the driver's seat. Sarah talked about her day at work, how cool it was to work with Meg, and how surprising it was that the newcomer managed to make her dad laugh. You tried not to picture the scene.

Joel stopped at a grocery store, running in quickly to grab some beer and a few bags of chips to bring to the party while you and Sarah remained in the car.

“Meg sounds great,” you spoke, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself.

“She’s alright,” Sarah replied, seemingly noticing your insecurity. “A little chatty.”

“Your dad didn’t seem to mind,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“She was a little flirty,” Sarah replied. “But dad didn’t seem to notice.”

You tried to shake the jealousy, knowing that it was silly and hormone-driven. Joel loved you. But that didn’t mean that he still couldn’t find someone else attractive at the same time.

At the party, you kept mostly to yourself. You were introverted on a good day, but with this heavy insecurity weighing you down, you found yourself retreating inward while everyone else mingled and carried on.

You were inside the house of Joel’s lead plumber, his wife buzzing around the house as she tried to corral her five children under five. You sat in the living room, watching and praying yours didn’t come out like that—loud and disobedient and restless.

“So, how far along are you?” she asked, breathless as she gave up and sat down on the loveseat across from you.

“Six months,” you replied with a small but friendly smile. “Got any advice for me?”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Besides not havin’ ‘em in the first place? I don’t know—sleep whenever you can. They’ll suck the life outta you if you let ‘em.”

“A little bleak, honey,” Sean, her husband, walked in through the patio door, Joel following behind him.

“It’s the truth,” she argued, giving him a passive aggressive sigh. “It ain’t easy. ‘Specially if there’s only one parent home to do it.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension.

You stood, ready to venture beyond the tension anf chaos of the house, even if it meant having to enter the crowded backyard.

“You comin’ out?” Joel asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You accepted it and let him walk you outside. “That was brutal in there.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. Joel’s eyes scanned you as you stood beside him, staring ahead.

“You sure you’re alright? Been awfully quiet,” he noted.

“Yeah, just…feeling a little off today,” you lied.

Spotting a familiar head of strawberry blonde curls snorting with laughter as she stood with Tommy and Sarah by the grill. They both looked comfortable around her, making your stomach curl with a new type of jealousy. She wanted your entire family.

“Joel!” she called once she caught you staring. “Come over here and join us, darlin’!”

You resented the petname. Turning to Joel, you watched as his cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering to yours.

“C’mon,” he looked to you fully, attempting to slide his hand across your back but you stopped him, swatting his arm away. “Baby,” he began, but you were already too worked up to be consoled. “She calls everybody that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you muttered.

“Baby, you ain’t really jealous, are you?” He chuckled. Wrong move. With a furrow in your brow, you reached your hands into his pockets and tugged out the keys to the car.

“I’m going home. Call me when you wanna be picked up from your date.”

Joel called after you only once, not wanting to make a scene by raising his voice or following you out.

Back at home, you stewed. What started as hormonal territorialism quickly snowballed into justified rage. She’d clearly met your eyes, seeing you standing there beside him, and ignored you. Then, she proceeded to flirt with him right in front of you. Joel did nothing about it except for defend her, which was what you were currently most angry about.

As you aggressively turned the pages of the book you were reading to distract yourself, you were surprised to see headlights through the window. Closing your book, you got up and peeled through the blinds to see Joel and Sarah stepping out of a taxi, your cheeks heating as guilt set in. You didn’t mean for Sarah to get involved in your fight with Joel.

Hurrying upstairs, you heard the front door open, the two of them speaking downstairs but it was too faint to make any sense. As you stood in the bathroom, hurting your clothes off so that you could jump in the shower, you felt more than heard Joel’s heavy footsteps up the staircase. Soon, after you stepped into the shower, Joel found his way into the bathroom, announcing himself in the doorway.

“We’re home.” His voice was gentle, but carried a sadness to it that made you feel less angry and more guilty.

“Okay,” you managed.

“Can I come in?” he asked, the question lingering in the air for a bit before you answered.

“Yeah,” you decided.

In the matter of a few seconds, Joel was stripped and stepping in behind you, his eyes locked on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he started, stepping closer to you and the stream of water. “I told her that pet-name stuff wasn’t cool with me, but I guess she ain’t as good at listenin’ as she is talkin’.”

“She’s pretty,” you replied, desperate to keep hold of this jealousy.

“Tommy thinks so,” Joel added.

“And you?” He shook his head and rested his hands on the swell of your stomach.

“I’m too busy thinkin’ about you,” he replied. “Thinkin’ ‘bout our family.”

“I know you love me, Joel. It’s not about that,” you sighed, moving to turn around but he stopped you before you could even flinch, forcing you to look at him when you continued. “I want you to think I’m…pretty like that. To want me.”

“You don’t think I want you?” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief. “For someone who ‘doesn’t want you’, I sure seem to paw at you every minute of every day.”

“I guess you’re right,” you chuckled, finally seeing the light beyond all the dark gray that this storm of jealousy and insecurity you were caught in. “Just seeing you with someone so pretty, who does what you do—“

“First off, she’s alright. She ain’t half as good as Tommy promised me was. M’pretty sure they’re fuckin’ and that’s why he recommended her.” You laughed. “Secondly, I need you to know that it doesn’t matter who I’m standin’ next to. I’m only ever thinkin’ about the next time I get to see you.”

“You’re good at this,” you smiled, reaching to hold his face in your hands. “Defusing the bomb that is a pregnant woman’s mind.”

“You know…I think that’s the first time I ever saw you jealous,” he hummed, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss on your lips.

“It happens a lot, I’m just usually good at hiding it,” you whispered back, stealing a few kisses for yourself. “Think you should prepare yourself for more of this crazy. Might be this way until the baby comes.”

“I like the crazy,” he smiled.

Five years later — December 25th, 2009

“Iris, watch out—“ Your five year old daughter ran full speed through the kitchen and living room, your two year old son, Miles, clumsily chasing her with his brand new stuffed dinosaur. It was hard to be mad at either of them, their giggles filling the room along with the crunch of the wrapping paper littering the carpet beneath their feet.

“Alright,” Joel scooped both of his children up and threw them over his shoulder, earning squeals and laughter as he walked them over to the couch you were sitting on. He plopped kids onto your lap but only Miles stayed. Joel sighed and sat down beside you as Iris got up again, a mischievous grin on her face as she stood before the three of you, all eyes on her. “Well,” Joel started, lifting his hands before dropping them back onto his lap. “We paid for a show. Are you gonna sing for us, Hannah Montana?”

“Daddy, where’s the phone?” Iris asked, making a fist and then tapping it to help illustrate what she wanted.

“The microphone? Somewhere in all this mess,” you replied, gesturing to the mountain of wrapping paper on the floor. “Gotta go fishing for it, baby.”

Iris quickly got to work, making an arguably bigger mess as she searched for her brand new toy, a microphone that was supposed to be its own speaker as well, but truthfully wasn’t much louder than Iris’s voice.

“Hey, hey!” Sarah walked in the front door with a smile, two large bags in her hands stuffed full of wrapped presents. When she took in the mess, she frowned. “Ah, did you guys already do gifts?”

“Iris already had them open before we even got downstairs,” Joel replied as he walked to the door to take the bags from his now twenty year-old’s hands before giving her a tight hug. “Martin come along?”

Martin was Sarah’s boyfriend of two years, the pair meeting in her biology class freshman year of college.

“Yeah, he’s getting the bags,” Sarah replied before coming over to hug you tight.

“How are you? How’s school?” You missed having Sarah at the house but were more than proud of her for getting into the pre-med program at Stanford.

“School is school, but it’s been way easier now that we aren’t living in the dorms anymore.”

“Sissy!” Iris rushed up to her sister and waved her new Hannah Montana microphone in her face. “Sing with me.”

“Oh…yay,” Sarah forced a smile but looked to you for help.

“How about we open the gifts sissy brought instead?” you proposed and your daughter instantly agreed.

“How was the drive?” Joel spoke to Martin as he helped him carry the bags upstairs to Sarah’s old bedroom.

“Not too bad. Sarah snored the entire way.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. Think she gets it from me.”

When Joel and Martin returned from the second floor, they immediately found their spots beside their partners, each of them making the same pained groan as they sat down.

“God,” you chuckled, looking to Sarah who was already looking at you. “They’re the same person.”

“Gross. Hate that.”

“You gonna pass out the gifts or what?” Joel asked, unamused by the comparison.

As Sarah and Martin sorted out the gifts, handing a few to Iris, a few to Miles, two to you and one to Joel. Joel shook his head at the box handed to him, but Sarah’s round eyes got her her way every single time.

“Told you no gifts for me,” Joel grumbled as he ripped the wrapping. “Don’t want you spendin’ your money—“

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she smiled, sitting down beside her boyfriend. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s a gift for everybody, but I think you’re going to have the most fun with it.”

You watched him rather than opening your own gifts, the small black box in his hand opening to reveal a key. Joel looked up with boyish eyes, shocked and excited and near tears all at the same time.

“What is it?” you asked, plucking the key from his hand.

“This ain’t—how—what?” Joel spoke through his shock.

“What’s it a key to?” you asked again, chuckling at the tears welling up in your husband’s eyes.

“My parents used to own this beat up old ranch in San Antonio, but had to sell it off when Sarah was a kid. I always wanted to buy it back and fix it up, but I just…never got around to it,” Joel finally replied to your questioning, turning to you with wet eyes and a big smile before looking at his daughter and her boyfriend. “How did—“

“My dad’s a realtor and knew the guy who was selling it, so Sarah and I put our money together to buy it back,” Martin detailed.

“In your name, so don’t get too excited. Mortgage isn’t gonna be that bad because we got it at twenty thousand and we put down a decent down payment,” Sarah added. “So, just a few hundred a month.”

“Baby girl,” Joel shook his head and looked down at the key. “How much do I owe y’all—“

“Dad, you took care of me my whole life. You deserve this. Besides, I just signed with a publisher for my book, so—“

“What?” you practically squealed, Miles covering his ears as he sat in your lap. “Congrats, baby girl!”

“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled and bowed, bringing your eyes to the shining rock on her ring finger. Joel seemingly noticed it too because his clapping suddenly ceased.

“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Martin’s nervous stare.

“Shit—we were gonna announce it at dinner so Uncle Tommy could be here too, but…” She looked to her boyfriend. “We’re engaged.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands lifting to your mouth to hide the joy in your smile. “I’m so happy. Oh my god!”

“That’s bad, mommy,” Iris scolded. You nodded but pointed at Sarah’s ring.

“I known, but sissy’s getting married, baby!”

“Dad?” Sarah spoke to her father who sat frozen in shock. You turned to him as well, studying him carefully for any signs of anger or disappointment, but instead found only pride and joy. “Please don’t be mad. Martin wanted to ask first but I told him that’s too old school—“

“Baby, I’m not mad,” he assured softly, shaking his head as his eyes welled with fresh tears. “I’m just so happy.”

“Oh, dad,” Sarah cooed, her own eyes shedding tears as she walked over to hug her father close as he stood up. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby girl. So much.” Joel squeezed her once more before letting her go and turning to her fiancé. “And you too by proxy.”

After a long afternoon spent beside Joel at the computer studying the state of the ranch from the pictures Martin pulled up from the realtor, it was decided that Joel would take weekends off of work—not that he usually worked them anymore, the business having taken off so much that it forced him into a more managerial role—and drive down to the ranch to work on it, the kids and you invited of course but he understood if you didn’t want to, after all, “It ain’t gonna be pretty for a while, baby”. You agreed to let him check it out in person first before coming along because it seemed a little too dangerous for the kids with the property’s long, unmowed yard and old, untouched cabin.

Dinnertime came and so did Tommy and his girlfriend of one year—who also happened to be your good friend and a successful attorney—Maria, the two of them walking into a cleaner home than the one Sarah and Martin were greeted with. She had a six year old son, Kevin, who loved to play with your babies every time he came over.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy held up Sarah’s left hand to stare at the ring. “You were just a snot-nosed kid a second ago.”

“Yep,” she giggled.

“Well,” Tommy dropped her hand and looked to Martin, giving him a handshake. “You know who you’re gonna answer to if you hurt her.”

“Alright,” Joel interjected as he returned to the kitchen table that the adults were sat at while the kids played in the living room, The Grinch on in the background to busy them even more. He set a bottle of beer down in front of each of you, but Marin was quick to slide her bottle away from her. “No? And I bought the good shit just to impress y’all.”

“It’s just…” She looked to Tommy for help, the younger Miller smirking as he turned to the table.

“We’re havin’ a baby,” he announced and the table roared with applause and cheers. Joel’s smile was the widest, the two brothers locking eyes. Joel lifted his beer up to toast to life and the rest of you gladly clinked your bottles together in agreement. To life, indeed.

March, 2010

“So,” Joel started, a proud but nervous grin on his face as you climbed out of the passenger seat of the car to get a good look at the ranch. “What d’ya think?”

The long, unmowed grass was now trimmed neatly, making the land look so much bigger. Joel had fixed the gate, but you noticed that when he pulled in; he made sure to have a sign placed at the entrance reading “Miller Ranch” to properly fulfill his lifelong dream. The old, rickety cabin was now renovated and converted into a private den in case Sarah and Martin ever wanted to come stay for a while. Beside it stood a brand new ranch house, modest in size compared to the surrounding ranches, but it was big enough to hold three bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, and a living room. But the part you loved most was the wrap-around porch he built by hand, painted a soft, pale yellow to contrast to the white of the home.

“I think,” you started, a smile growing on your face. “I wanna live here now.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled and approached you at the passenger side door, pressing you against it. “Why don’t we go inside? Maybe…test it out.”

“Mm, might as well take advantage of Tommy and Maria watching the kids,” you replied, your lips ghosting over his.

Joel tugged you along by the hand up the gravel driveway, allowing you the time to admire the little details like the swing he built onto the big oak tree between the den and the house, or the sneak peek you caught of rose bushes in the backyard. With each detail, you fell more and more in love with the property, and what was once a joke now turned into a serious longing—you wanted to move here. Bad.

“Ready?” Joel asked as he opened the screen door and rested his hand on the doorknob of the main, wooden door painted that same, soft yellow. You nodded at him and he opened the house, letting you walk in first, he flipped on the lights behind you as he entered. You gasped at the living room, how spacious but cozy it felt with a fireplace built in, not that the San Antonio weather ever really called for it.

Turning to the other side, you saw the dining room that connected into the kitchen via a square archway. You started that way, admiring the hand-made dining table before walking into the kitchen of your dreams. You let out a moan at the size of it, the brand new appliances that were a surprise but don’t worry, they’re on a lease.

Back in the hall, you carried on, admiring the framed pictures he’d hung of your joined family over the years, the smiling image of Sarah’s mother and Mary and Paul and everyone you’d lost bringing tears to your eyes.

“This is gonna be Miles’ room,” Joel opened the door to a room set up for a kid rather than a toddler aside from the bed with safety rails on it. You smiled at the thought of your son growing up here.

“And this?” you reached for the door across the hall and opened it to find a bathroom, modest but new.

“Kids bath,” he replied. Guiding you to the room beside Miles’, Joel opened it and displayed a soft pink painted bedroom that Iris was going to absolutely adore. “For baby girl.”

“Which means this has to be our room, right?” you asked, reaching for the door across from your daughter's room. “Little close, no?”

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He made a lot of noise, or at least that’s what you assumed from his heavy feet jumping on the hardwood floors, but you couldn’t hear much of anything. When he emerged, he was breathless and smiling. “Hear anything?”

“Felt you jumping around, but no,” you grinned. “You soundproofed it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Took me a while to get it right but…we can make all the noise we want now.”

“Well,” you began, sliding your hands up his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “Why don’t we give it a proper go?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss you teasingly, forcing you to seek more of his mouth in yours. “Come on,” he rasped, tugging you into the bedroom. “There’s one more surprise on the tour before I can get you naked. Go take a look in the bathroom.”

You did as you were told, leaving him by the bed to walk into the en-suite. You gasped at the clawfoot tub perched by a large bay window, looking out at the garden of flowers he’d planted.

“Joel…you—“ You shook your head, eyes now raining tears as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Joel laughed and came over to hold you as you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby,” he chuckled, amused by your reaction. “You like it, I take it?”

“Like it?” you lifted your head and shocked him with the amount of tears soaking your eyes. “I’m about to get down on my knees.”

“You can get down on your knees after I get my fill, how about that?” he husked against your cheek as he kissed your tears. “Go lay down on the bed, baby. Everything off.”

You didn’t waste any time in obeying, practically skipping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Your shoes and jeans came off first, then your top, and finally your undergarments before you climbed onto the mattress to test it out. Joel walked in but remained patient at the foot of the bed as you laid in the center of the mattress, beckoning him closer with the curl of your finger. Joel grinned and peeled his t-shirt off before slowly, painfully slowly, undoing his belt and jeans.

“Roll over,” he commanded. “Wanna see somethin’.”

“I wonder, what ever could that be?” you joked, rolling onto your stomach and instinctively arching your ass into the air. Joel’s knees dipped the mattress as he crawled onto the bed behind you, his hands gripping the globes of your ass as he let out a groan.

“So pretty like this,” he hummed before surprising you with a broad lick up the seam of your cunt. “My country girl.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just don’t stop.” Joel laughed at your plea but obliged, licking you again. He kept at it, his tongue greedily and filthily lapping up every inch of you it could find before tensing and burying into your cunt while his fingers rubbed circles over your clit.

“Mm,” he hummed as he pulled away for a moment to speak. “There’s a gift for you in the nightstand. Why don’t you have a look?”

You chuckled hesitantly and crawled over the mattress to reach into the nightstand on your side of the bed, finding a long black box inside. You pulled it out and turned over to sit, facing Joel as he sat on his ankles at the foot of the bed. “Open it.”

“Is this—“ You silenced yourself by opening the box, your eyes taking in the sight of one of those wands you’d been desperately dropping hints about wanting to try out. “Oh, baby. You’ve got competition now.”

“Oh, do I?” he smirked, crawling to lay over you, forcing your head to rest back against the pillows. “That’s alright. Gettin’ too old to do all that work anyways. Might as well take all the help I can get.”

“You know you’ll always have one thing no one else has,” you purred, reaching to stroke his cock as it rested on your belly. “They couldn’t replicate this if they tried.”

“Mm,” he smiled against you. “You’re just flatterin’ me now.”

“Uh-uh,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect. The way you fill me up, the way it feels inside. I’ll never get enough.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined against your jaw as he nibbled there. “Turn it on, wanna get you ready to take me. So damn hard for you, can’t even think.”

You flipped on the vibrator, gasping at the power behind it while Joel simply groaned.

“Go on,” he urged. “Press it to your clit, baby.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you lowered it to your bundle of nerves, the whir of the vibrations making your thighs tense and jerk, but Joel’s hips stopped them from closing.

“Does it feel good?” he asked against your pulse as he kissed the skin there.

“Yes,” you panted. “But I want you.”

“Not ‘til you cum,” he replied, trailing his fingers down your belly, past the vibrator, and into your soaked entrance. You let out an animalistic moan, something primal and so unlike yourself. “God, baby,” he moaned against you as he curled his fingers up towards that dizzying spot inside. “You don’t make those noises for me. Maybe I do got competition.”

“Joel,” you whined, unsure of what to say or how to describe how good it felt to have him inside you along with this gift of an invention. “Please. Please.”

“Cum on my fingers,” he ordered, low and dark and right into your ear. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

As if your body had simply been awaiting the order, you came immediately, squeezing him as you writhed beneath his weight, the vibrator turned off and tossed across the bed. Joel slid into you while you were still clenching around nothing, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs at the force of his thrusts inside. You felt like you transcended into some sinful sort of heaven, one where only you and Joel resided.

“God, baby,” he whined, his arms slid beneath the arch of your back to hug you tight as he pounded into you. “So fuckin’ wet. God, I need to cum. Been too long.”

“Those fuckin’ kids,” you managed a joke, earning a laugh before he found his rhythm again.

“Baby, fuck,” he warned, his voice as wrecked as yours as you screamed his name into the empty home, your nails scratching down his back as you begged him to let you cum again, as if he ever denied you. “Go on,” he urged, sitting up on his knees to watch his cock disappear into you only to come out covered in your shine. “Fuck, come on. Cum for me. Right fuckin’ now, baby.”

“Oh!” you screamed, again unlike yourself, and clawed at his arms for purchase as your orgasm hit so hard it might have been painful if it hadn’t felt so fucking good. “Joel, please, please, please. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his face scrunched up as he watched himself let go into your pussy, his eyes glued to where you were connected while pulsed inside of you with a deep growl. When he pulled out, he quickly lowered himself to the mattress and nestled between your thighs, fucking his spend back into you with his finger while his tongue swiped round and round over your clit until you were begging him to stop. “Too much?”

“For now,” you grinned. “How much longer do we have until we have to get back on the road?”

“I’d say a couple hours,” he replied, sated but a hint of mischief in his voice. “We could always try out that new bath.”

“God, I love you.” You pulled him up and kissed deeply. “So glad you showed up to that parent teacher conference.”

“Thank you for givin’ Sarah and I a family again,” he whispered. “I love you so much, baby. I—gonna get me all choked up. I love you.”

“I love you.”

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hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter four

soaked shy smith

❝'Cause, baby, you get me so

So soaked

This heat is gettin' to me

I want you all over me❞

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After the advice that Keiji had given you, you backed off from the mean streak towards Kenma. You'd given it more thought and honestly hated how you would always act to him because of the way he treated you.

Plus, Akaashi seemed like a very nice guy who wouldn't lie to you.

As a truce, you had picked up Kenma's favorite coffee, remembering the order from heart at this point. Your class had unexpectedly ended early, and you felt like a saint, so why not? Maybe it was the month or the feeling of fall in the air, but you were feeling rather forgiving of Kenma and his past actions towards you.

Texting Kuroo you had asked if he wanted a little sweet treat too, to which he declined because he was hanging out with Bokuto this evening for some 'bro time' as he called it.

You sent back a thumbs and smiley face before ordering your own drink.

Not thinking much of you and Kenma being at the apartment alone, you hummed as you enjoyed the crisp air hitting your face when you walked home. You loved being able to walk everywhere because you get to experience the season in real time, and it saved you gas money.

Feeling much better towards Kenma, you felt like you could actually try again to be friends with him. The coffee sloshed in their brown cups as you unlocked the door. You hurried to take your shoes off by the door and set the coffee holder on the counter.

You had been sure Kenma was unquestionably home because his shoes were by the shoe rack when you entered the apartment. You'd be a good roommate to Kenma and go tell him that you got a sweet treat just for the fun of it.

No lamps or lights were turned on in the apartment, only the afternoon daylight streaming through the opened curtains in the living room and kitchen. Walking up the stairs to his room, you could only hope that he wouldn't be an asshole to you.

You stopped once you heard a strange noise, like a gargled cry or something of the sort. You paused, listening harder, hearing your own breathing and heartbeat, and you had heard it again.

Your brows furrowed together, what in the hell was going on in Kenma's room? You walked a few steps closer; his door was shut so you pressed your ear against the cold wood.

"F-Fuck," A groan came from inside the room. Your face flushed red so fast in realization of what was occurring just behind this door you were pressed against.

Kenma was masturbating.

You felt like you were protruding on something extremely intimate and wanted to leave but couldn't bring yourself to. You were indefinitely frozen there. The noises he made were so exotic and foreign to you, you had to have self-restraint to not whimper in need.

"God, uhg, you make me feel so... s-so good," Kenma moaned out, loudly at that, which sent a throb down to your core. He had no trouble being loud under the false promise that he was home alone.

Was he masturbating to the thought of someone? It made you breathe in deep as you fluttered your eyes, lost in a trance with the thought of him.

You never would have guessed that you would be here, outside of Kenma's door, trying to resist the temptation to touch yourself to the sensual moans and groans he let out.

A dirty thought overtook and soon you realized you were very slowly turning the knob to his door open. If you went slow enough and quiet enough, you would be able to catch a peek. God, you just needed to see how lewd his provoking face looked during this moment.

'Only one', you mentally cursed yourself.

You just had to see him, clenching your thighs together as he, luckily, didn't realize that his door had just opened the slightest bit. You gulped, peeking in on the seductive sight that laid before you.

Kenma was in the middle of his king-sized bed, the silky blood-red sheets making him look more mesmerizing. His head was thrown back against the pillows, his right hand pumping his red tipped cock, that was dripping with pre-cum, in careful motions. Whilst his left hand was holding something over his nose, his eyes were scrunched closed in pleasure.

You realized it was your panties that you swore the washing machine had eaten, not that you told Kuroo or Kenma that they went missing.

Your jaw slightly dropped, face beat red, heart beating extremely louder and a hand itching to touch yourself to the sight of him.

Kenma's black, ripped pants were pulled down to mid thigh. Had he gone somewhere? His outfit seems rather nice than what you've been used to seeing lately. His shirt was pulled up just above his mid stomach, which graciously shown his fucking hot abdomen.

His hand motions slightly went a bit faster, the black rings on his left hand burned into your mind, how they were clutching your panties.

And God, wasn't his cock a sight to see. You hadn't expected Kenma to be so big, not just size but girth too. His hand had almost not been able to hold the damned thing all the way around. You could see a vein running down it on the underside of it, you licked your lips.

You felt so fucking needy because of him, no thought going through your head rationally right now. You just knew that you couldn't help how soaked you got because of the sight.

Your name was murmured by him, followed by a string of curses. You could fall right now if you weren't holding onto the doorframe with a death grip, your knuckles white. You couldn't believe it. Forcing yourself to hold in the whine you had desperately wanted to let out.

The slicked sounds of him masturbating to the thought of you and your panties made you lightheaded and filled with need. You had half a mind to start touching yourself right now because of him.

Kenma's chest started heaving more and his cock stood up taller, getting ready for a release. You were captivated by the estranged sight. You've had your fair share of unsolicited dick pictures from when you were in high school but those paled in comparison to him.

He let out a cry, as you watched the liquid spurt out of his cock, it was red and leaking. He clenched his hand over the burning red tip and whined more with a moan of your name on his lips. His low groans were forever imprinted into your head as you got alarmed and quickly, but quietly, shut his door.

You gulped and tip-toed down the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible. He still didn't even know that you were home. You retraced your steps and opened the front door, quickly slamming it a bit so it could be heard from up the stairs.

You continued to make noise, placing your jacking loudly on the hook, throwing your shoes, the whole nine yards. You hoped your face had calmed down from how red you could feel it was earlier.

After a few moments, you decided that you were heard and took his coffee in your hand, which couldn't help but to shake at the thought of seeing Kenma.

You knocked on his door, loudly too. You could hear a small curse and some shuffling on the other side of the door.

When it opened, you saw Kenma in all his glory, a fleeting drunken expression he wore just moments before almost gone, hair a bit messy, and cheeks tinted red.

"I got you a drink, Kenma. I figured that you may have wanted one since you haven't gone with Kuroo and I to the cafe in a while." You looked everywhere but his face. You hoped that he hadn't had a clue of what you had witnessed just moments before.

"Don't you have class today?" He questioned; his brows furrowed a bit at the look of you.

"Uh, yeah. It ended early though," You were still holding the cold coffee in your hand. "Are you going to take it or what?" You didn't know how else to say it. Naturally falling into the rude pattern that he had made you accustomed to.

"Is it even the right kind?" He scoffed, jerking it from your hand – with the hand he had been stroking his cock to moments before. You could feel your face slightly starting to burn.

"Yes," you said breathily, hoping he didn't catch onto it.

"You're welcome by the way." Trying to make your voice a little firmer, a little meaner.

"Thanks," He gazed at your face, the tension rising. You hoped he couldn't sense the nervousness in your body language – he could though, so it was redundant.

You turned sharply and made a beeline to your room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. Finally, you could breathe right.

What you hadn't known was that Kenma was breathless too, not because of what he just did but because of you. Seeing you right after he had just finished, made him get hard again. This time, he couldn't do a repeat of what just happened, opting to get into a cold shower instead.

You hadn't noticed the way he stared at you while you were talking to him, his eyes dilating more in your presence. He didn't know how to actually talk to you, being rude and trying to convince you that he hated you was his best option.

Kenma wanted you and he needed to know if you felt the same unbearable want for him too. With that last thought, he turned away and closed the bathroom door.

You, on the other hand, were completely and utterly speechless. You didn't know how you could ever get him a 'friendly' coffee anymore, speak to him, sit behind him in class or even see him on your way out the apartment.

Plopping on your bed, face down, you let out a silent scream and doubted yourself. Was the coffee even 'friendly' anymore? Were you actually just pining for Kenma because you secretly liked how mean he was?

You couldn't bear the sound of these atrocious thoughts in your head, opting to turn on your favorite cartoon and force yourself to sleep. You definitely were not leaving your room until Kuroo, Akaashi, or hell even Bokuto came and dragged you out of here.

. . .

Four of the past seven nights you have not even gotten a wink of sleep, and you couldn't help but to blame Kenma. He was the devil to you, his plan to kill you with sleep was working devilishly.

The last three days you survived off of energy drinks mixed with coffee and little twenty-minute power naps that your mind graced you when it wasn't thinking of Kenma stroking his cock, an image you couldn't get out of your head.

Finding things to distract yourself with have been hard and even more increasingly harder to not spill to Akaashi who you've been spending all your week with.

Whether it be a spa day he took you on when he noticed the bags under your eyes or invited you to an art museum showcase just because he happened to have an extra ticket, or maybe when he had given you homemade muffins when you complained that you hadn't eaten that morning.

Keiji Akaashi has been a blessing to be friends with but a curse to not spill what you saw of Kenma to. You were absolutely embarrassed to see anything; you get so bothered by it and there's always a feeling of need in your core.

"Have you been okay recently?" A small and quick question that didn't seem too big but when spoken aloud by Keiji, in the way that he said it almost made you even wonder if you were okay.

Of course, you were mentally fucked in the head for constantly dreaming about getting rammed by Kenma, a secret you'll take to your grave, but you'd never tell him.

"Uh, yeah, why do you ask?" You peered over, trying to pretend that you weren't fucking quaking in your boots, hoping to not give off an answer.

"Just a hunch," He replied, leaving it at that. However, you couldn't stop feeling his slitted eyes on you when you weren't looking at him. It was almost enough to make you confess, almost.

"Well... Kenma has been a lot more not mean." You randomly said, after typing a quick short sentence to answer an email. You both were in the library doing a study session since Kuroo was an upperclassman, he had less work to do, and Kenma was well... Kenma.

"Hm? So, my advice worked for you?" Keiji asked like he was even surprised it worked, which piqued your interest. Now, Keiji Akaashi seemed very articulate and careful in his steps so you could only strongly assume that something was up.

"Yeah, granted we've hardly talked but he hasn't left his room when I come home or doesn't scoff when I pass by." You mention, thinking back to recent events between the two of you. That was all true, it was awkward but true.

Being in the apartment with Kenma alone sparked something in you, which was dangerous. Being alone in an apartment with Kenma who, to you, seemingly has experience, is older, and also is intensely hot feels perilous for you.

"Well, that's good. I was afraid you were losing sleep on something so simple as Kenma." Keiji chuckled at his comment, he said that with a purpose, he wanted to see how you felt because he had intuitively known you were lying.

You forced a laugh, eyes widening for a moment, "No, I would never. Just this course work is difficult for me." You avoided eye contact and hoped that it wouldn't make you seem even more guilty than you already were.

"Ah, I must've forgotten. It's date night with Kou, I'll be leaving now. I'll see you soon, Y/n." Keiji said, peering down at his lit-up phone screen. You silently pleaded for him to stay only because you're not actually doing work. You're just avoiding going home because you knew for a fact that Kenma was there. He's always there.

The walk back home was penetratingly cold, and it wasn't only the breeze that made chills run down your spine either.

You'd have to be stuck with Kenma, with the longing stares you couldn't decipher from him, the hitches of his breath when you accidentally bump into each other, and the random morning tea he's made you.

It was all becoming too much for you.

You are even worried that being like this will ruin whatever kindness he's been bestowing upon you. He didn't know that you knew, and you damn sure hoped he didn't know about you trying to pleasure yourself to the sweet sounds he made that day.

Not having any experience sucks, especially in times like this. Porn always seemed weird and disgusting, you never had privacy living with your parents to actually try and have alone time, and the best thing you knew was the shower head.

You were hesitant on that last option because, well, you weren't sure if the walls were as hollow as you think they are.

Unlocking the apartment door, you definitely made sure to make it known that you were home this go around. You could hear Kenma in his room, only due the fact that the noises were from a game, you guessed that he was most likely streaming it too.

You snuck quietly into your room and finally was able to breathe a sigh of relief. What a week.

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

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You think I’d cheat on you? That I’d just throw everything away like that?

Make you grip the sheets with your fingertips

Oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

Sun on your skin, 6 am And I been watchin' you sleep

And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss

Well, I finally get it now, when they say you know you know

I sleep a little deeper when you're next to me

And honey, I'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say That you should probably leave

The way that you dance when you get kinda tipsy

I love the twilight in the morning 'fore the day wakes up

Babe, I don't wanna talk right now

Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees

Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead

Watching you watch the sun going down

And I love a slow down in a beach town with an ocean view

Go slow, touch me like you do

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough That all I need in this life is your crazy love

And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here

But, baby, baby, something's tellin' me this ain't over yet

And I love a six string with the stars out and the campfire glow

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand Baby, I could die a happy man

You're my heart and my home

That’s it baby, get rough a little

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain

But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me

And yeah, girl, you had me from that first hello

"Sit down, I got some bad news that's gonna hurt"

Do not turn your back on me, not again

And I love a first fall Saturday trip down to Baton Rouge

Love, come a little closer now

No way it was our last night I kissed your lips

Stop, I need a little space

I know you packed your shit and slammed the door right before you left

I’ve waited my entire life for someone like you

Stay, a little longer please

It’s a long drive, I can’t ask you to take it with me

That look in your eye, girl, when you catch me staring

I've been down on my luck, my love

You were awfully busy in the bar that night with that slutty blond

But girl, that don't even come close To the way that it feels when you lean in and kiss me

'Cause to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself"

Usually these old neon lights Are pretty good for bad goodbyes

I’m sorry to break this to you but it’s been going on a long time.

And his cheating wife had never left town That's one body that'll never be found

I'm wrapped 'round your finger like this ring I'm wearing

Trying to get over your leaving You're still right here on my mind

You see little sister don't miss when she aims her gun

'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.12

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC: 1109

Warnings: smut

The next morning, she approached Sy's room door, a mug of coffee in her hand. Easing it open, she peered through the gloom until she saw him still sprawled in bed on his back, his sheets to his hips with an arm over his eyes. Given how low his sheets were, she pretty much guessed he liked to sleep in the nude.

“Sy?” She asked and he hummed at her, but didn't otherwise respond. “I brought you coffee.” He just hummed again and she went to the bed, setting the mug down on the bedside table and sitting down sideways, the mattress dipping under her weight. “I made pancakes and there's still a bunch left, but the way Walter was digging into them, I'd hurry up if you wanted any.”

“M'good.” He mumbled and rubbing at his face and beard as his arm dropped from his eyes, blinking heavily with sigh.

“You'd think a former Army Captain would be a morning person.”

“I was a mornin' person when I was in the Army because I didn't have a choice.” He said, “Now I got one.”

“Fair enough.” She said with a soft chuckle.

“Mikey already up?” Sy asked, “I usually gotta pull him out bed by his ankle or else the boy will sleep all day.”

“I got him up by ripping the blankets off him.” She said and he snorted, his eyes closed.

“That'll do it.” He said and she leaned over, laying her head on his chest.

“You're handsome.” She said and he chuckled.

“Thank you.”

“I mean, really handsome. Like, goddamn so handsome.” She said and he chuckled again, his hand laying on her hair. “I like your nose.”

“My nose?”

“You have a very nice nose.” She said, “It's strong, but in a good way, not in the way that people usually use the term to describe someone and they're trying to be polite.”

“Well, I'm glad you like my nose.” He said with a smile, “I like your...everythin'.”

“You're only saying that because I'm your Mate.”

“Babe, if I didn't, you wouldn't be my Mate.” Sy said, “It ain't just my wolf whose attention you grabbed. I hadta take notice too. You bein' my Mate was just the cherry on top. Like I told you, it's always gonna be you." Shifting up slightly, she kissed him, feeling his hand cradle the back of her head. “You taste like pancakes.” He pulled her back when she tried to pull away, taking her lips in a kiss of his own and her hand laid on his chest, nails moving through the layer of hair covering his skin. The feeling of fur made her shiver and she slid her hand down to his stomach, his breath catching as he broke the kiss. “Close the door.” He let her get up and she went over to the door, closing it and heading back to the bed, his eyes on her as she pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her shorts down her legs, stepping out of them.

Sitting on the bed again, her hand slid under the sheet, her fingers wrapping around him and starting to stroke slowly. He quickly grew hard, filling her palm and he shuddered, his head falling back against the pillows.

“You're so big.” She whispered, moving up to press her lips to his neck and he swallowed heavily, his hips twitching up into her hand.

“Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me.”

“I can guess.” She said and nipped at his skin with her teeth, squeezing him gently and driving a gasp from his lips.

“Need you.” He said, “Fuck I need you.” He pulled her up into a kiss, wrapping his hands around her waist and turning them over so he was above her. “I need my Mate.”

“Yes Sy.” She sighed as his fingers delved between her legs, two pushing inside her and starting to pump lazily as his thumb worked at her clit.

“So warm, baby, so soft.” He whispered, his lips moving over her neck, “Gettin' so wet for me.” Her body responded to him so easily, so quickly, just like it did with the others, far quicker than any man she's been with before she met them. She didn't know if it was because they were all sinfully good looking, or if it was because they were her Mates, but right now, as Sy aligned himself, she didn't care.

“Fuck!” She gasped as he started pushing into her and he paused.

“M'I hurtin' ya?”

“No!” She said, “It feels good, it feels so good.” He resumed easing into her, a groan shaking his chest as she took him. His soft grunts against her neck as he moved made her cling to him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck, Steph.” He growled and she heard fabric tear but paid it no mind. Gathering her in his arms, he rolled them so she was above him and she sat up on his hips, moving against him as he rocked up into her. His nails were sharp claws as she entwined their fingers, pushing against him as she rode him. She didn't even hear the door, didn't even know someone had come into the room until gentle fingers turned her jaw, soft lips taking hers in a kiss.

“He taking care of you, love?” Walter asked and she nodded.

“Join in or fuck off.” Sy growled and there was a pause before Walter gave a snort, pulling off his clothes and kneeling on the bed behind her, Sy making room for him.

“Lean back.” He whispered in her ear and she leaned back against his chest. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers between her legs, circling her clit as Sy continued to move inside her.

“Almost—almost—” She came with a cry, pushing down flush against him as she pulsed around him.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, taking his hands from hers to hold her hips, pumping up into her a few more times before he released with a snarl. “Shit.” He said breathing heavily, his hands running up and down her thighs. “You never heard of knockin'?”

“I did.” Walter said with a snort, “A few times.”

“She's fuckin' perfect, Walt.” He said, relaxing against the bed and her hands smoothed over his sides.

“I hope you can go again, love.” Walter said against her ear, his hands sliding over her stomach. “Because now it's my turn.”

“You guys are going to kill me.” She said, “Death by orgasm.” They both just gave low chuckles, the promise in the sounds making her lower stomach clench.

[gothicemoowl]

A Dish Best Served Cold by GothicEmoOwl Chapter 1

Summary:

“Well, what do you propose we do? He won't leave me anything willingly; he hates me almost as much as I hate him.”

“Hmm. Well, this kind of situation is extremely unique; a Goetia has never behaved like this before. But with him ALIVE, we have options. Opportunities. An eternity's a long time, my dear; I say we bide our time, and wait for our chance to... GAIN the upper hand!”

“But, I want him dead so badly!”

“And he will be, in time, my fiery vixen. But, patience first.”

Aka

Takes place after the full moon,

Blitzø and Stolas aren't talking to each other. Both hurt by others' words and actions.

Meanwhile Andrealphus and Stella work together to come up with a plan to gain the upper hand and destroy Stolas's life.

But what happens when Andrealphus likes the Imp more than he thought he would...?

"You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away

You tell me to come over, there's some games you wanna play

I'm walkin' to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone

We're just playin' hide and seek

It's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't wanna play no games

I'm tired of always chasin', chasin' after you

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you."

~Play Date, Melanie Martinez.

{Stolas and Blitzø: The Full Moon}

“Hi-dee ha hoo ha, Stolas! Guess what I got for us?” The imp announced himself as he climbed into the Goetia's bedroom.

“I got lots of fun shit for us to play with tonight!” Blitzø digs through the bag and pulls out a large candle with the words ‘Dankee’ on it. “Like this extra large candle that smells like horny!”

Stolas wants to interrupt but- how does he begin? How does he start?

Blitzø continues to dig and pull stuff out of the bag: “I got- I got whatever, uh, this little guy is, I'm not exactly sure but I'm sure there's some place in your cloaca we can stick it.” He says seductively. “Got a few new harnesses, some fancy blindfolds. Oh! And look at this bad boy!” He pulls out a strange large vibrating toy Stolas can't even look at.

He needs to just say it! Before he is persuaded by Blitzø's tempting seduction again! “Do you.. ahem- Do you have my book, Blitzø?” he asks.

Blitzø’s face drops. “Oh yeah, uh, y-yeah, it's right here.” Blitzø grabs the book from the bag and starts to bring it to Stolas. “I always bring it. Why do you…”

Stolas reaches to take the book from Blitzø. “I... I need it back. Permanently.”

Blitzø was about to hand it to him, but at the word ‘permanently,’ he snaches it back and held it close to his chest. “Wait, H-hold on, Stolas. Come on. Is this because I've taken up skipping a few rounds with you in bed? That ain't fair. You said if I was busy, it was fine, and I was. You have no idea the kind of stuff I had going on. Family drama, paperwork…I have a kid! I wasn't…you gave me that option. Remember?”

“Blitzø…”

“I-I can still hold up my end of the bargain. Alright? L-Let me show you a good time tonight! You know I'm good for it, I'll show you why this is still worth it!” While I'm still worth it goes unsaid as Blitzø starts to seriously panic. “You know I don't disappoint.” He says.

Stolas shakes his head, he takes the book and stands up. “There's no need, dear. I've made up my mind.” Stolas starts to walk over to the bookshelf, and Blitzø follows, desperately to not lose this!

“Stolas, please! I-I need this book, please!...I need this book, Stolas. I will do anything.” He promises.

Stolas grabs something that resembles a ring box and presents it to him. Upon opening it, he reveals a large sparkly gem.

“This is an Asmodean Crystal. It's registered in your name!” The bird exclaims happily.

“A what?”

Stolas explains: “Asmodeus has his demons legally travel to Earth for work all the time. I made the case for you to own one.” He says.

“But-”

“You will be technically under his jurisdiction, but you will be able to go anywhere you want in the human realm without fear of consequence.” Stolas places his book on the bookshelf. “...Without breaking demon law. You no longer need my grimoire.” He says.

Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm sorry, what?”

Stolas takes a deep breath. “You... no longer have any obligation to see me, to touch me, to bed me, you are... you are free of me.”

“ I... don't understand. Why are you giving me this? Am I not, like, fucking you good enough? Because I-I can always- I can always do better!” Blitzø promises, his tail swishing back and forth anxiously.

Stolas takes his hand gently. “Blitzø, I'm giving you this because I care.... very deeply for you. And I have for some time.” He takes the crystal and places it onto Blitzø's glove, embedding itself into his hand.

“But this transactional thing we have, it's not right anymore. It hasn't been. It never was. And now all I can see is how wrong it is to be so tethered to someone in such an unfair way... and not know how they feel.” He says.

Blitzø looks down at his arm, then back up at Stolas.

“But I want you to continue to be who you are, your business. You don't have to stay here with me. But... I want you to. I want you to stay here with me because you want to. Only if you want to, and not because you have to.” Stolas says, taking off his hat-crown thing.

Blitzø then understands…

He's not leaving him. “Ohhh okay. Alright, you're fucking with me.”

“Blitzø-”

Blitzø paces a moment. “This is an interesting roleplay. Never done this one, but I can get into it. Alright, how's this, okay…” Blitzø clears his throat, turning back to Stolas to get into character. "Oh, Stolas. I'll stay with you. I love you sooo much, I-"

Stolas's heart breaks as he's never heard those words before… he holds up a hand to stop him. He stands up straight and puts his hat back on. “Thank you, Blitzø. For awakening me... for making me so happy. Even if only for a little while.I wish you the best with your business.” He says, heading for the door.

“Wait, what? You were serious? Oh, hold on now, Stolas. What the fuck?” Blitzø asks.

“I have my answer, Blitzø. You needn't say anything.” Stolas says, exiting the bedroom.

Blitzø chases Stolas as he walks down the hall.

“I have wanted you for so long, the fact that you couldn't believe that I might have these feelings about you, that your first instinct is that it's always... about sex… That's enough to know what this is.” Stolas says.

“What? The fuck are you talking about?” Blitzø asks. “Our arrangement has been about sex from the start, what else am I supposed to think? Since when did that change?” He asks.

“I've always cared for you. I thought that was obvious!” Stolas says back.

“Well it's not! Not once have I ever gotten the impression we were anything more! You spring this feelings bullshit on me out of nowhere, are you fucking kidding?” He asks.

“How do you not see it? After everything I've done!?” Stolas asks.

“Everything- you mean like how you treat me like one of your little butler imps?

“That's not-”

“No! You royal fucks think you can do this every time, like you can just play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important! You are always talking to me like I'm less than you!”

“That's not true!” Stolas shouts.

“It is true! I don't know what fantasy you're projecting onto me, but it's not fair to push me away the second I don't follow along! The answer isn't what you want. You're so used to getting your way that you can't accept no. You're such a pompous rich asshole! You don't care about anyone or anything! Only yourself!” Blitzø shouts.

“Blitzø... I think so very highly of you.” He admits. “I didn't realize you think so low of me.” He says, tears forcing their way out as his voice cracks.

Blitzø's eyes widened, realizing that Stolas' feelings were, in fact, genuine.

The bird cares about him? But why!?

How!?

How could he possibly think…?

The way he…

“Goodbye, Blitzø.”

Blitzø can't let it end like this…

No.

“Stolas, wait please, I'm s-” Blitzø reaches for Stolas, hoping to reconcile…

But he sees himself in front of the castle once again.

“Fuuuuuck!”

{Stella and Andrealphus}

Stella and her brother were at his castle, discussing their next course of action.

“You may have fucked things up before, my dear sister, but we can still gain the upper hand. We simply need a good plan to get Stolas to do what we want.” Andrealphus explains.

“How do you suppose we do that?” Stella asks her brother. “The Goetias know about Stolas, everyone does!”

“Yes, but if we can get Stolas to willingly give up everything to you...” He smiles sadistically.

“We’ve been through this, there’s no way he’ll give me anything!” Stella says.

Andrealphus sighs. “Sister, think! What does Stolas love more than anything?”

“Being a bore?” Stella suggests. “Moping, complaining?”

“No, I’m thinking more of a person or a thing.” Andrealphus explains. “Something or someone we can actually use.”

“I suppose that would be Via.” She says, disappointed. “But we can't use her.”

“Right, but can you think of anyone more…disposable?” He asks.

Stella smiles and picks up the phone. “Actually, come to think of it. There is something we can use..” She says.

She calls the number she has fully memorized at this point..

It starts to ring…

“Hello?”

“Striker, dear. I’ve got a new target for you. Get me that rodeo clown.”

“What?”

“The imp who fucked Stolas, bring him to me…alive.” She demands.

“You want me to-“

“Do you want to be paid or not?” She asks.

He sighs… “Yes, ma’am. I’m on it.”

“Glorious.” She hangs up. “I’ve got our bait. You got a plan?” She asks.

Andrealphus grins sadistically as he grabs his small dagger. “Oh, dear sister. I always have a plan.”

{Blitzø:}

Blitzø went home, throwing the damn gloves away from him.

He decides to just leave them on the floor, he can't be bothered to even look at them!

That fucking bird!

Luckily by the time he got back, Loona was fast asleep.

He didn't want her to see him so broken down…

Not again.

But he doesn't want to be alone either.

He pulls out his phone, and it starts to ring.

….

….

Please pick up…

“Hello?” A tired voice asks.

“Uh…hi. I know you don't owe me any favors. And you can say no if you want…but I've had the worst possible night, and I really don't want to be alone right now.” He says.

“Did something happen between you and Stolas?”

Blitzø takes a deep breath. “Yeah…I kinda…I fucked everything up. Again.”

“Come over. I have booze, I got food. We can talk about it. I'm sure it's not that bad.”

Blitzø smiles at last. “Thanks, Fizz.”

"You know I give a fuck about you everyday

Guess it's time that I tell you the truth...

If I share my toys, will you let me stay?

Don't wanna leave this play date with you."

-Play date, Melanie martinez

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[sha--shlik]

We're just playin' hide and seek

It's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

[n1kkykz]

You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away

You tell me to come over, there's some games you wanna play

I'm walkin' to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone

We're just playin' hide and seek

It's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't wanna play no games

I'm tired of always chasin', chasin' after you

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you

Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothin' left to say

When I try to talk, you're always playin' board games

I wish I had monopoly over your mind

I wish I didn't care all the time

We're just playin' hide and seek

It's gettin' hard to breathe under the sheets with you

I don't wanna play no games

I'm tired of always chasin', chasin' after you

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you

Ring around the Rosie

I never know, I never know what you need

Ring around the Rosie

I wanna give you, wanna give you what you need

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you

You know I give a fuck about you everyday

Guess it's time that I tell you the truth

If I share my toys, will you let me stay?

Don't wanna leave this play date with you

[sebastiansluts]

please i need your help to fulfill my need of Bucky giving reader beard burn . you would write it soooooo good please

Bucky Barnes x Reader; oral sex f receiving, nipple play, beard burn

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were laying in bed with Bucky, naked, with the covers pooled around your waist. He lifted up over you and dragged his lips against yours, making you giggle and pull away.

"Bucky! You're gonna give me beard burn!" you scolded, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he just tugged you back, holding you tighter, one arm wrapped around the middle of your back.

"Beard burn, huh? Oh doll, I'm just gettin' started," Bucky growled playfully, rubbing his cheek against yours and making you cry out with laughter.

"Stop!" you giggled again, but Bucky just trailed his face down your jaw, lips pressing against your neck, beard scraping your skin. You shuddered and your giggles turned to a moan when he reached that one place on your neck, biting it then rasping his beard across the mark.

"Ohh, fuck," you breathed, body tense with anticipation. Bucky chuckled against your neck, trailing kisses down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts, chin brushing against your nipples and sending a zing of pain through you. You gasped and rolled your hips against his, hard dick sliding against your hipbone.

You could feel him grinning against your skin and you rolled your eyes, burying your hands in his hair and tugging until he was looking at you smugly. You sighed and shoved him back down, trying to get him to go directly to your cunt, but he pushed against your hands, pressing your tits together then rubbing his face over your nipples.

You keened, tugging desperately at his hair as your nipples were scratched and teased, Bucky growling and fighting your hold for another moment, until your back arched underneath him, a mini orgasm washing through you, and you slumped to the bed, releasing him.

"Bucky," you panted, as he lowered his head, pressing kisses to your stomach. You could feel him smirk against your skin at your breathy tone and as you opened your mouth to scold him, he dragged his chin down your mound until his lips were at yours.

You choked on your inhale as he swept his tongue through your folds, flicking over your clit before darting back into his mouth. "You were sayin' somethin'?" he asked cheekily, and you stared dumbly at him. "Did ya want me to stop?"

"No!" you shouted, and he grinned, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

"Okay babydoll, don't worry, I ain't gonna stop. You jus' gotta tell me you want me to give it to ya," Bucky murmured, pressing light kisses to your thighs, his arms around them.

You squirmed in his hold, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "Bucky! I- Please, just! Ugh, fuck...just eat me out please!" He grinned wickedly and nipped your thigh, making you yelp.

"Could use some work, but it'll do for now," he smirked at your indignant look, then he dove between your legs, pressing his face to your pussy and licking deep into you.

Your back arched off the bed as your hands gripped the bed sheets, pulling tight and nearly ripping them as Bucky slurped at your cunt, making out with it. His tongue was curling at your walls as he sucked at your hole, nose bumping your clit. And all the while his beard was scraping everywhere; at your inner thighs, your ass, your lower lips and mound.

As you fell back to the bed, Bucky moaned and grunted like he was eating the best meal he'd ever had, hips rutting down into the mattress as he worked. His arms were firmly wrapped around your thighs and hips, holding you in place, and you grabbed his biceps, feeling the thick muscles flexing under his skin.

"B-Bucky, oh my god...I can't take it, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-" you gasped as your body tensed, a huge wave crashing over you, shivers racing down your spine. Bucky growled as he tasted your cum, pulling back to watch it, thick and white, trailing out of your cunt before he ducked his head again and licked it all up, moaning as he did.

He sucked at your pussy until you were shaking with oversensitivity, nothing more leaking from you. Bucky lifted his head, beard wet, a bead of cum in it. He pressed light kisses to your pussy and thighs, grazing his lips over the burns already starting to ache. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a mischievous look in them.

"You know, clothes would probably just make these hurt more...Guess we'll just have to stay home and naked today!"

[lunanheartache]

fuck it tiny blurble. jgar wakes up to lamb and it's like always. takes place after lamb is attacked and before jgar is. 800 words 😔

the door creaks the way it does when someone tries to almost hold it up on the hinges so it don't complain, but it just finds a new voice to use. the subtle noise of the wood fitting back in the frame when it closes follows. unobtrusive, the sounds don't linger. little breaks that mend themselves right quick. the room settles back into a natural quiet. j'gar doesn't move, doesn't open his eyes, unbothered in bed as the rest of the world. he hears a softness of bare soles on the wood floor and thinks nothing of it.

expected, boring, commonplace.

after a moment, the bed dips with new tentative weight, hands and knees pushing temporary little valleys into the plain sheet. they bring a gentle world with them, j'gar's next breath in tasting of forest and rotting leaves and sweat and dirt. he exhales around it with a hint of a smile.

barely awake, j'gar lifts an arm and the blanket. another heartbeat and someone presses in against him, damp and shivering.

it's lamb.

he knows it's lamb. knows it's morning like a pigeon knows north. the dark behind his eyelids is soft and warm, tinged pink with sunrise through the window, and it is lamb curled up impossibly small in the curve of his body. their heartbeat flutters rabbit quick where they meet skin on skin.

he doesn't have to think about it. doesn't have to open his eyes. it's lamb's breath that roughs hot against his throat, ragged where the wet of his hair smears smooth. j'gar holds onto sleep and tucks his arm around her. the next inhale she draws is softer, more settled. not exactly normal, but getting there. she doesn't say anything. they just fit under the blankets with him.

good morning, he thinks.

lamb's always quiet like this. trying to slink back in without disturbing him, like j'gar minds, like it would bother him. like it hasn't been hard to get lamb out of bed let alone the house since may. lamb crawling back into the blankets with him smelling like life and earth is a good thing.

it means progress. it means that fear is fading with the scars down her arm and hand. it means something like normalcy settling back into the farmhouse. j'gar presses an aimless kiss to his head, thoughtless and instinctive.

the tremble buried in lamb's bones lingers even squashed in against him, early fall chill made worse by the low morning. that won't do. j'gar mumbles a low sound in his throat like a thrum, shifting to draw them in closer like always. he hooks a leg over her thigh, ankle nudging. lamb's breath hitches but they go easy, nestling into his chest.

that's better.

j'gar keeps that little rumble at the back of his mouth like a deeper hum. sleep still weighs down his eyelids, pulling on skin and muscle like gravity. if he stays still enough, he will fall back asleep for a few hours. he's done that plenty. the day doesn't need to start just yet. they can stay like this for a little while. maybe lamb will even sleep some. it was a full moon last night so he was foraging. all the better to see by, and something to do with their sleep muddled too far sideways with elvish insomnia like always. all that perpetual restlessness and his wandering heart still found his way back home again like always.

like before the attack. like normal, like always. so familiar it is almost boring.

j'gar exhales a wry sound, a half-hearted snort. so much for falling back asleep. forgot to keep his mind still.

ah, fuck it. he's awake.

"smell like mushrooms," j'gar yawns. lamb's wet hair tickles the hollow of his throat.

"sorry, didn't- want to wake you."

"barely."

"what?"

j'gar pushes another vague kiss to their head. "'m barely awake. not time t'be awake, lamby. you get some good stuff?" he asks.

lamb's breath hitches. "not much. it was- there wasn't much out there yet," he says.

"glad you're gettin' out there 'gain."

"sorry."

"said 'm glad, honey. that's good things," j'gar reminds.

"i know, i just." they curl in smaller somehow, forehead pressed against his collarbones. "i'm still trying to get better again."

"ain't no rush," he says, thumbing absentmindedly at the curve of lamb's hip. his fingers just brush under the fabric. "you're gettin' back out there at your own pace. i know you been workin' hard. lemme be sweet a little."

"you don't have to do that."

j'gar butts his chin lightly against her head, a half-hearted admonishment. "hon, just shut up a little sometimes. take some pride in your progress, an' lemme do the same."

lamb is quiet for a heartbeat, two, three, then mumbles, "sorry. i'm trying. i'll try."

"all i can ask."

[kshira]

YOU ASK THEM TO GO HARDER!

ft. kakucho, smiley, angry + izana

tw. fem!reader, rough-ish sex, spanking, cursing, dirty talk, praise, dom!w/sub!reader

an. request!! i hope you like babie! <3

❁ KAKUCHO

facing kakucho while his mouth attaches to your tits, tongue swirling around your perked nipple while his hips stutter with every stroke. he loves being above you, slowly rocking you into your next orgasm, toying with your clit whenever you’d came down from a blissful fever of lust before rolling your body into another. he fucks you deep and slow, his hands finding any place to call homage and tongue getting to explore every inch of your body. but he knows when you want it harder, you don’t even have to ask before he’s flipping your body over, ass up to his view as he watches your hole clench around nothing before he’s slamming his stiff cock back into you. “my pretty girl wants it harder, yeah?” he coos, gripping your hips and he’s sending you off the edge again. “wanna fuck this tight pussy so hard” kakucho groans, smiling when your audible gasp suffice for his sweet tainted praise. “after i fill this needy hole, m’gonna fuck your throat raw” he sneers, watching your back arch up, body trembling under him and kakucho knows, just hard you like it as you cream around his cock.

❁ SMILEY

“nahoya— go harder” your voice left a breathless hymn across your boyfriend’s neck, craning his head up to see your face, eyes rounded in a subliminal pleasure, lips parted open leaving heavy moans. “i can do that” he heaves, planting his hands on the headboard above you and snapping his hips harder. your fingers chase up his chest, clawing and trailing marks on the skin as smiley fucks you harder, just like you asked. his own fingers find solitude on the wooden frame for support, knuckles turning while as he grips it, hips rocking with more depth. in return his cock hits against your cervix, kissing and caressing the spongy walls, your juices coating his balls. “can you take it, angel? how hard i fuck you?” he questions, lingering his eyes between your connected bodies and finding your puffy clit. light circles and heavy strokes and stars add to your vision, feeling pleasure rush through your body. you could answer but at the amount of pounding smiley is doing to your body—you really can’t gather the words. “s-shit, gonna cum, you take it like this better take all this fuckin’ cum” he flashes a grin, trembling hands towering over your body and you can just feel the amount of cum pumping inside your hole, hips never faltering as he continues the thrusts “yeah—once ain’t enough princess, we’re only gettin’ started.”

❁ ANGRY

“want you to go harder souya, please” it stops your boyfriend from his easy going thrust from the back, your face pressed to the sheets as angry has his hands set comfortably on your hips. “y-you sure?” he asks nervously, looking down at his cock slowly splitting your pussy in half. he hears the words again, exhaling a shaky breath “okay, baby.” angry is soft when it comes to you, treating your body gently as he fucks you but something about the thrill of shoving his dick harder in you, flesh jiggling in his hands as he rocks his hips faster has him chasing a new feeling. he lands a light smack against your ass “pussy wants to be fucked h-harder” angry gasps, feeling your walls clamp down. a whine back and angry is crumbling above you, cock twitching at the harsh thrusts in your hole, seed spilling without fault of his own, “i-i like fucking you like this princess, make me cum so fuckin’ hard.” angry learns fast, another harsh slap to your ass and he’s drilling into your pussy harder and harder.

❁ IZANA

izana presses his lips on your forehead, hands cupping your cheeks “feel so good for me princess.” he’s lazily thrusting inside your hole, shyly smiling back when you overlap your hands with his “go harder” alters his head, izana looks over your body, “this not enough?” he questions, looking down at your connected bodies. it’s enough but sometimes you like watching izana go harder, fingers digging in your skin, whispering things dirtier and nastier. izana looks at you, questioning your face before he takes your hands above your head, hips snapping in place. “i’ll fuck you, i’ll fuck you slow and i’ll fuck you hard” izana grips your wrist harder “as long as you’re cumming ‘round my cock.” your tits pressed against his chest, sweat forming on his forehead as izana pumps harder, his cock pounding deeper. “want me to go even harder pretty girl?” izana groans, eyes blown out and cock buried so deep in your pussy you can taste how much he wants it “cause i’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

[dienamights]

𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖠 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 | 𝖪.𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 | 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾

where bakugou finds a way for him to enjoy the movie on his own terms

═ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

═ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1K

═ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut

═ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): rimming, ass eating f!receiving (? cant believe I'm actually writing it), swearing ofc, fingering....uh that's it

═ 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲(𝘀): this is basically a kiss on the forehead for jo jhfkjdhd hope you enjoy!! Also i wrote this deadass in an hour please don’t judge any mistakes i didnt beta it aijeneke

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“The movie sucks balls” is the greeting you receive when your boyfriend opens the door to your shared home, you standing to welcome him and wiggling a movie case in his face.

Your lips instantly curl in a frown, before you’re tugging his arm to the bathroom, yelling at him to wash the dirt off of him so you could enjoy the movie together, regardless of his sophisticated critique.

So there you two are, him resting his sore back on the headboard and you’re lying down on your tummy sprawled on the bed like your wardrobe just burned down because why else wouldn’t you wear your own fucking clothes when you’re home?

And of course, you’re never really left alone all throughout the movie, having to swat Katsuki’s wandering hands every few minutes when they slide under your panties to swipe from your slit up to your tight rim, unknowing to the grin on his face every time he feels you getting wetter and his fingers gliding faster.

“C’mon you wan’ me to enjoy your stupid fucking movie? Ass up slut, I ain't got all day.” He hates the way you always have to make a show of shaking your ass, lifting your ass up, and spreading your cheeks for him as he groans and smacks them eagerly with a smirk before smoothing his hands over the warming skin.

Katsuki grabs handfuls of your ass as he bites down your spine, leaving a trail of spit that emits a hiss out of you when the cool air kisses at it. Sounds getting more feral as he gets lower and lower, and lower. Until he’s staring eagerly at your puckering pretty little hole, and he can’t help but mockingly coo at you to relax, watching you let out a deep breath before he dips down to lick a stripe from your slit all the way up to your tight hole,

“Katsu— o-ooh, fuck!” you arch your back at his prodding tongue, muscle swirling his spit against your tight rim as you lift your ass higher and push it back and closer to his face, blood going straight to your face in embarrassment of your reaction and in dire need for more, sheets feeling ice cold under your warm cheeks. “Again, a-again.”

“Yeah? Again?” his voice is muffled between your asscheeks, landing a firm slap against your cheek with a deep growl when you keep rocking your ass back on his face, “fuck, you love gettin your ass ate, ha? Sick fuck,” You can't but let out one pitiful whine after another at his words, feeling your cunt clench around nothing as his nose nudges your clit softly.

Fisting the sheets with a little mewl, you straighten up your back to try and guide Katsuki’s tongue to your cunt, only to have him get up and pin you down against the bed by the back of your neck in a bruising grasp, urging your spine to arch and your hips to be raised high enough for him to watch you try to reach your creaming cunt to please yourself.

“Katsu, please-” you breathe out, trying to loosen his grip as you try to turn your head instead of having your face smushed in the bed, whimpering pathetically when he ruts his hips harshly against your ass and watch it ripple against his thighs every time he pulls you back. “Ya gonna stop bein a lil bitch, now?” he growls, grinning when you nod against the sheets with a few ‘Yesh’s slipping past your lips.

He all but tugs at your hands for you to spread your ass for him, grinning before continuing to lick you lewdly. “Fuck, baby-” he groans against you, grinding against the bed to try and relieve the pain of his hard cock at the sight of you begging for more, for more of him, rubbing small circles against your clit that has you writhing. “Yer so fuckin hot like that, wan’ more?” The desperate ‘yeah’ escaping you has him growling, not missing the drool pooling from your tongue and dampening the sheets under your cheek.

“Baby’s such a slut, lettin’ me play with her hole however I fuckin’ want.” he smacks your ass roughly before his thumb slides into your cunt, thrusting his finger as his tongue circles your rim faster as your voice gets higher. “God yes,” you choke on a sob as his fingers brush against your clit, whining when his other hand holds your hips from moving against his fingers. “Fucking use me, please baby.” your body jolts forwards when he spits harshly on your hole, feeling it slide down as he follows the trail of his spit with his tongue, eyes crossing at the sensation as you open your mouth in constant moans.

Katsuki dips lower to bury himself in your tight cunt, pulling his thumb from your glistening folds and pressing his slick finger against your hole and circling it, chuckling against your skin when you cry out his name in desperate pleas. “C’mon slut, cum for me, show me how much you like gettin yer ass played with.” and honestly he didn't have to ask twice, your body shaking when he makes out with your cunt, crying when you’re pushed over the edge at his thumb against your hole in agonizing circles, knees giving out when you gush on his face with a lewd moan.

He groans like a man starved as you cum, slurping lewdly at your orgasm and moving his head side-to-side to make sure he catches all of it , nose brushing against your tight hole before patting your ass in satisfaction as you slump on the bed whining softly.

Katsuki sits up on his knees smugly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cheeks red and grinning devilishly.

“Told ya the movie sucks—”